Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 40: Group Learning

"Seriously, My, would you like me to go to the Space House?”

Myria nodded. He was convinced that the permission from Space yesterday was real. In addition to the husband, Mrs Nasita this morning also released him to bring a friend. However, unfortunately he did not promise to be able to meet because the work was enough to be completed immediately.

“Iya, really. I got permission from Kasa yesterday. He wanted to go to your house at first, but he said so. So we work at home Kasa aja.”

Myria's explanation need not be repeated. Friska is no less happy to be invited to visit a young man's house like Angkasa. In fact, Friska's shadow was everywhere before it reached its destination. He rushed to tidy up the textbooks today, then took Myria in search of transportation.

“Taxi please?”

“Eh?” Adding to Friska's shock. “But it's no freight, My.”

“Oh, yes, already, come on!”

The two girls left school together. It did not take long, finally arriving at the residential gate.

“We walk, My?” Friska asked because there were no vehicles or motorcycle taxi drivers around the housing. He looked around, there were only medium-sized trees lined up one row and created a beautiful atmosphere side by side with alleys between the complex.

“Iya. His house is at the end there.” Myria's index finger was pointing towards an alley in front of her eyes, while her one hand was already holding Friska.

“Hah? You also usually walk gini?”

“Sometimes, anyway. Not sure, sometimes picked up the driver Mother, sometimes Kasa wait here if he inget.”

“If inget?” Friska is still a scene. “Any is a guy. You, right, his wife, asked for anther, lah, My.”

Myria chuckled softly at Friska's words. He shook his head slowly. “I'm not the same as Kasa. Ask anther if you want to go far. But I, right, rarely go out. Holidays are also at home.”

While walking, Myria and Friska continued to chat. Both of them unknowingly reached their destination home.

Sure enough according to Friska's shadow, when the gate was opened, the girl could see the magnificent building called the family home. He stopped immediately in amazement.

“God, really, My, you live here?”

Myria smiled then nodded. “Cuma numpang. It's people's houses. Come!”

The tiredness of walking was instantly gone for Friska. He looked at the whitewashed house with gold ornaments at some point like the carving. The garden on the edge of the fence overgrown with trees was not missed by the sweep of his vision as well. He repeatedly praised the Creator in his heart.

The living room door opens. Myria invited her to sit down because she was going to do the task at the place. Then, he let her take the laptop in the room for a while.

Left by Myria alone, Friska chose to observe around. Again he was amazed at what he saw.

“Excuse me, Miss, what would you like to drink?”

That voice made Friska tiptoe. He immediately turned his body and saw one mature woman smiling towards him.

Friska was suddenly nervous. “A, what, Mom? Uh, Tan? Uh ...”

Seeing Friska's confusion calling, the housekeeper in the Literature family smiled even more. She said, “Call Aunty only, Non. Aunty worker here.”

“Ooh ..” Friska. He also made a big smile.

“So what to drink, Non?”

“Eum, no need to bother, Bi.”

“It's okay, Non. Madam told me to host Non Myria's friend. So, Miss can mention what it wants.”

Inner Friska churned. His best friend's life turned out so good. In my heart, Friska was grateful and happy to see Myria was not lost because of the loss of family.

“If you can and do not bother, want iced oranges only, Bi.”

“Good, wait a minute.”

The aunt's friendly attitude was taken by Friska. He watched the woman go away until she was gone. Not long after, Myria arrived with a laptop in hand.

“Sorry, yes, old,” Myria said as she sat down.

“Neg. Ordinary aja. I feel right, if you wait here. You see, this place adem.”

The door opened from the outside stopping the laughter of Myria and Friska. The two look together.

Apparently, a new space is coming. The young man appeared and immediately stopped his steps seeing that his wife was already sitting comfortably in the living room. He approached, then thrust a white paper bag in front of Myria. “Take this, deposit Mama.”

Myria's hand stalled forward and accepted the gift. He looked at the contents of the paper bag while muttering, “You from the boutique?”

“Mampir bentar.” Angkasa answered while knocking down the body onto the sofa. His seat slumped like he had no energy at all. He only drove a motorbike and stopped by briefly to the mother's workplace, but the attitude shown seemed to have just finished the journey between Continents.

Myria was silent and did not ask anymore. He was preoccupied by a small box from inside the paper bag that turned out to contain a cake, while Friska actually noticed Angkasa without blinking. While at school, Friska rarely did.

“I fetchin fork same plate first.”

Myria's voice shocked Friska. The girl nodded and smiled.

Angkasa glanced at the moment Myria was about to leave. He straightened his back, then stood up and embraced his wife as she passed by. Myria was shocked and almost refused, but Angkasa did not care.

Friska's in place rounding her eyes. Then, he sighed. “Do not until I become a mosquito repellent here,” murmured when the shadow of Angkasa and Myria disappeared perfectly because it had entered the middle space.

“You intentionally, yes?” The feet keep going, but the mouth is protested. Myria put on a slightly sullen face as she looked up.

Right near the stairs, Angkasa stopped while chuckling. She flicked Myria's cheeks with her thumb and index finger in a fit of anxiety. “Bit.” The young man replied lightly without bothering to think about Friska's matter.

Myria's eyeball turned in response to Space's talk. He lowered his hand from his shoulder. “Whatever? I'm going to the kitchen? You let me study groups, so my time is while for others.”

Not answering, Angkasa instead pinched his cheek. I don't know if the guy suddenly behaved like that. “Iya, I know. I will not deny. There, gih! I'm going to room.”

The two human children separated in the middle room. The sky went up, while Myria went to the kitchen. However, not until the kitchen, Bibi was ready to deliver snacks and said she would bring plates and forks as needed.

The clock kept moving. Dusk almost greeted without feeling. Friska and Myria were still seriously discussing. The two girls were both compact looking for material materials.

“Eh, My, I was with the kids talking Kasa.” In the midst of seriousness, Friska blurted. He put the pen on the book.

Myria stopped shifting the cursor, but did not turn her head and continued reading. “Not usually Kasa is the talk? You also know how popular he is.”

“Not about it know, My. But the time to the toilet was, he said someone saw Kasa almost a fight with Sakti.”

News from Friska successfully distracted Myria completely. The girl twisted her body slightly to make it better to talk. “Who sees?”

“Well, the, her. I don't know who, because I'm in the toilet. Right out, those girls are gone.”

Myria's face changed. The sparkle of his fun while chatting earlier started to dim. Myria's thoughts were re-spinning yesterday, about Space's attitude being more silent after school. Could that be the cause of the husband bad mood for hours?

“My.” Friska's hand patted the thigh. He does not allow his best friend to daydream.

“Oh, yes. What?”

“No story with you?”

Myria's shoulder slumped. She shook her head.  “Neg. We rarely talk. Kasa from the beginning did not want to interfere with my business principles or vice versa. So, not everything is used as chat material every day. You see me at school? Yes, not much different, really, our relationship when at home. He's just not that cute.”

Friska scratched her non-itchy head. She did not understand what kind of marriage the two classmates were having. Normally, the husband and wife would know each other the ins and outs of the couple, but why wouldn't Myria?

“So wonder. Why are you married, anyway?”

“Yes, worship. Why still?”

“But gini cuek-cuekan? Where fun, My. Don't-don't, not that yet, huh?”

Myria's forehead immediately wrinkled. “That's what?”

“It, My. Time doesn't know? Here, deh!” Friska's hand waved, until Myria brought her ears closer. Then, Friska whispered, “That, Biology practice.”

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